Orphan Thoughts

Today would have been my parent's 79th wedding anniversary (they only reached 34 before my dad's passing). But this is the first one where my sister is not here to join in recollections of them.

I have missed my sister every day since her death on July 19th, but maybe no more than this. Memories are at the core of our being and there was nothing more meaningful to me than being able to share the depth of my emotional attachment to my folks with another who completely understood and appreciated everything I was experiencing. Because she was equally as passionate as I. Because she was endlessly devoted to retaining these memories. Because she knew everything I did. Because she felt everything I did.

The stories we told each other, the images that brought smiles to our faces, the comprehension of how fortunate we were, all that can no longer be. Now my thoughts are but orphans. Now I am the only one in whom all this resides.

Today I remember my folks. With a deep hole in my heart.